At The Age Of 45 Poem by Katherine Cobing

At six, she would sit by her pop's lap
And still would enjoy candies and sweets
Have time for afternoon naps
And dream of growing up

At the age of thirteen,
She's fast growing but yet a child
No time for toys and stuff; only boys
And at night would sometimes pray
That may her beauty be seen

When the candles turn twenty
It's hard to look at her in the eye
Hurts to see sorrow so plenty
Pain and regret, why? Why?

She's a mother of two at twenty two
And dreamed of nothing but then
To see the right man, one who's true
Night comes, and she prays aloud
Not for herself but for her children

A man comes along when she's twenty eight
But only made her children a total of eight
The man broke her heart and left
And she's alone with her eight babies

She stopped dreaming when she's thirty nine
For only dreams will saty as dreams
If she studied well, life's fine
But how traecherous destiny seems

At forty five she crossed a lane
And the next day her eight children cried
She died, she died, she died
What a pitiful sight to see

When there's no harm done
She only dreamt to find the one
But ended up finding none

Dreams are like clouds above you see
so clear it seems so real
Yet so far you can never touch

When dreaming, I'd say a word
Dream not for the big but for those of true
For in the end, it is where
Your dreams take you.